33 Apocalypse Avenue [early evening]

Anakin was on the couch.

Sulking.

And tossing his long blond hair over his shoulders.

And sulking some more.

Like his week hadn't been weird enough--now he'd developed boobs and an interest in watching reruns of Doctor Phil's advice program.

Life sucked.

[OOC: Come on. Like I could pass up the opportunity to use this icon again.]